Chapter one, In the Beginning
Hi, I'm Cam, from Brighton. I always new I was gay. Growing up in Brighton, one of the most liberal cities in the UK, it was never a problem. I lost my virginity at 15 to a classmate, in his bedroom when his parents thought we were doing homework. It was summer, so we were in T shirts and shorts. I nervously stroked his thigh. Feeling no resistance, I slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts. He turned my face towards him and I had my first real kiss. It sent shivers through me and my young cock responded. I cradled his balls, his dick rose. He put his hand down my shorts, held my penis and moved his hand up and down. We kissed more deeply and removed one another's T shirts. He was more muscular than me. I ran my hand over his chest and abs, then on down into his shorts. I had only been masturbating about a year, but instinctively knew what to do. We dropped our shorts. Our cocks stood proud. He bent down and took me in his mouth. It felt like I would explode. I was moaning with pleasure, my balls tightened and I shot cum into his mouth. He kissed me, I tasted my own semen. I wanked him till he came over my hand. I licked it, tasted sweeter than mine. We kissed more and our erections soon returned. I leaned over, sucked and licked his shaft and balls. His hand squeezed under me. His finger found my bum hole. He wiggled his finger till it went inside me, I yelped, a mixture of pain and pleasure. He laid me on my side and worked my hole some more. Then he smeared my arse and his cock with baby oil. Positioning himself carefully, he eased in. I gritted my teeth until the pain passed. He started fucking as I wanked myself. After about 5 minutes he worked me round so I straddled him. He lifted me slightly and fucked me hard. I shot over his tummy. He fucked harder, then held ridged as my arse received it's first ever cum. Having tidied ourselves, we went downstairs where his Mum was preparing tea.
Somehow, word got out at school. At assembly, the headmaster gave a lecture on the importance of having a relationship before engaging in any sexual activity. He also reminded us that the minimum legal age for sex is 16. We giggled and slapped each other's bottoms.
By 16, I had a part time job, was growing facial hair and looking much older. I bought my own clothes and looked quite the young twink I was becoming. I had fucked a boy while we were on a school trip to Paris. I'd sometimes wander round Kemptown, Brighton's gay area looking at the eye candy. I was too young to get into the pubs. Now and again, I'd take my chance in the local cottage (public toilet) leading some pretty disgusting sex. At 17, I got fake I.D. so I could get into some pubs. I got chatted up a lot, mostly by guys much older than me. A few guys my age started hanging out. One guy especially rook my fancy, Pete. We went to the same college, studying I.T. We had no money. One day I jokingly suggested we should whore ourselves. He took me seriously.
To be continued